Again I managed to sleep through until after seven
o’clock. Maybe laying on the bed rather than under the duvet is the trick?
I got up, made toast and peered into a calm Internet.
No one was arguing. There were photos from people on holiday in Canada and
Alaska, there were photos of people’s garden ponds. I sent birthday wishes to
my cousin, then went and woke “er indoors TM”
and the dogs.
As they had brekkie I Wordled from “games” to “clang”
in three goes, then took the dogs out. As I drove I listened to the pundits on
the radio interviewing the Minister for Something-Or-Other. Yesterday I whinged
about the quality of interviewee. Today I shall whinge about the quality of
interviewer. The interviewer would ask a question and before the poor Minister
for Something-Or-Other could say more than two words so another question would
be thrown at him. He never actually got to say anything, and he did whinge
about it a couple of times. All in all, it was rather a waste of air-time.
We went to Orlestone for our walk today. On Wednesday
the car park was heaving; today there were only three other cars. We walked a
couple of miles and didn’t see anyone. As we walked we found a dead mouse, and
once the dogs had all rolled in it there was a minor squabble about who got to
eat it. Bailey ran amok and came back covered in fox poo. Treacle found a
surprisingly rancid and still wet swamp.
We came home for a bath. And with dogs scrubbed I made
a cuppa for “er indoors TM” and
me. I looked at booking a slot at the newly-opened tip to get rid of a load of
rotten timbers, but there were no slots available. I suppose I could have tried
the tip in Allington (as it’s not *that* much of a detour on the way to work)
but I couldn’t be bothered.
I went to work via Sainsbury’s where my piss boiled.
As I stood in the queue for the till there was an elderly couple in front of
me. They’d got about a third of their shopping then joined the queue. Whilst
the old dear stood, the old bloke was shuffling round the shop, periodically
coming back with bits and bobs he would add to their trolley. But he kept going
here and there collecting more shopping even when their stuff was going through
the till, and had the right hump when his wife told him that he was being
unreasonable to expect me and others to wait for him when we’d gone and got all
our shopping *before* joining the queue.
Is it just me who attracts these idiots.
Work was work, but the evening was rather hard work. It
can be sometimes…
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